Chapter 103: Do Not Participate in Feudal Superstition
After buying a train ticket to Kyoto, Deng Xiuzhen returned home.
I prepared dinner and waited for the children to come back. I planned to tell them about my trip to Kyoto, but suddenly I remembered that I had told them that I had found Uncle Zhao, and that Rongrong and Xiaobao were dead, and Uncle Zhao was in jail.
However, the fact that Uncle Zhao kidnapped him and was sent to jail for murder was concealed. It was only said that someone robbed him and he accidentally injured someone and was sent to jail.
But he never told Tan Yanlin what happened when he went to Kyoto.
I felt a little sad that the two of us had become so distant.
"What? You're going to Kyoto tomorrow? Dad's company is in trouble now. Why don't you stay to help Dad? Why are you running to Kyoto?" Wen Yu was the first to object. His opinion was a bit too strong and his face turned red.
"Mom, I think Dad's matter is more important than taking the ashes. Besides, Xiaobao and his crazy mother are dead, what's the point of taking them back?
That blind man is making a fuss, don't get involved. The teacher has already said that you should not participate in feudal superstitions, as they will poison society." Wen Xin was much calmer, but the meaning was the same.
"Mom?" Wen Jing just called out without saying anything, but her eyes were full of question marks.
"Uncle Zhao asked me to look after your Uncle Qingming, but your Uncle Qingming is seriously ill and cannot be cured, so I can't take care of him.
This is the only wish he had, and I feel bad that I can do it but don't do it.
Whether it's superstition or reluctance to part with his relatives, he just has this thought that doesn't affect others, so why don't we help him?" Deng Xiuzhen looked at Wen Jing and said with a smile.
Turning to Wen Xin and Wen Yu, he said, "Does your father's company need my help? How can I help? All the money has been used to pay for the materials. I can't handle the rest. Tell me, what difference does it make whether I go to Kyoto or not?!"
Wen Xin and Wen Yu didn't say anything else, but they were obviously unconvinced, especially Wen Yu, who rolled his eyes at Deng Xiuzhen several times.
Deng Xiuzhen pretended not to notice. After finishing her meal and packing her luggage, she went straight to bed. The train ride was tiring, so she had to get some rest in advance.
When she woke up in the morning, Wen Jing was already up. She told Deng Xiuzhen: Wen Xin and Wen Yu wanted to call their father last night, but she didn't let them.
She felt that Deng Xiuzhen was right. Uncle Qingming's family was miserable, but he was also a human being, a man who valued friendship and caring for his family.
Maybe to others, Xiaobao and his mother were already dead and just a pile of ashes, but to Uncle Qingming, they were his family, his everything.
Going to get the ashes may seem meaningless, but it can give Uncle Qingming peace of mind, give him some comfort in his last days, and allow him to pass away in peace.
Deng Xiuzhen's eyes turned red as she listened, but her heart was warm. Her daughter understood her! Her daughter was excellent, and she expressed clearly what she couldn't express!
"Mom, be careful on the road, go early and come back early, we will wait for you at home!" Wen Jing said softly, handing the luggage to Deng Xiuzhen.
Deng Xiuzhen nodded vigorously, turned around and left quickly.
Deng Xiuzhen came to Kyoto only to pick up the ashes, so she did not consider accommodation issues and went straight to the alley yard after getting off the car.
Looking at the closed gate of the yard, she thought of a problem: Uncle Zhao had sold this yard, and now someone else had moved in. How was she going to get the ashes?
Say it directly?
If you don’t get beaten to death, you will be scolded to death!
The ashes are buried in the yard. Who would want others to bury ashes in their own yard?
Deng Xiuzhen kept cursing herself for having water in her brain.
How come I forgot that Uncle Zhao sold the yard and buried my ashes in someone else's yard?
I remembered what I saw on TikTok in my previous life, where someone heard that the ashes were buried in his yard, and not only did he refuse to let anyone dig them up, he also wanted to chop people with a knife. In the end, he hired someone to perform a ritual to dispose of the ashes without a trace.
Deng Xiuzhen had a severe headache.
Unable to think of a good solution at the moment, Deng Xiuzhen decided to visit her four courtyards first to see which one she could stay in for the night.
But to his surprise, he discovered that someone was actually living in the yard he bought! It was someone he didn't even know!
Moreover, there were several families living in one yard. When they saw her, the real owner of the house, come in, they were not panicked at all and calmly asked her who she was looking for.
"Do you know who owns this house?" Deng Xiuzhen asked a middle-aged woman tentatively.
"Oh, you are here to rent a house? There are still two rooms here that have not been rented out, but if you want to rent a house, you have to find Qian Leming. We all rent from him." The woman introduced enthusiastically. Not only did she introduce the house, she also told Qian Leming's phone number and the address of the agency.
Deng Xiuzhen didn't dare to go there directly, so she found a phone booth and called Qian Leming.
"Hello, how are you? Who are you?" The call was quickly connected and the other party spoke very politely.
"I heard that you have a lot of courtyard houses for rent, right?" Deng Xiuzhen asked.
"Yes, do you want to rent a house? If so, please give us the address and we can pick you up to see the house. Or you can come to our company by yourself and we can go together to see it."
"I would like to ask you, is No. 49 East Hutong yours?" Deng Xiuzhen asked cautiously.
The other party did not answer. After a moment of silence, he asked, "What's your last name?"
"My last name is Deng," Deng Xiuzhen reported her last name. There are many people with the last name Deng, so there wouldn't be any problem saying her last name.
"Are you Ms. Deng Xiuzhen?" the other party asked quickly, with his tone becoming noticeably hotter.
"I, I am, may I ask who you are?"
"My name is Qian Leming. You certainly don't know me. The house is not mine. I'm renting it out for someone else. The owner said that if a lady named Deng Xiuzhen comes to ask about the house, you should go to him. His phone number is..."
Qian Leming patiently told Deng Xiuzhen a phone number, and asked her to write it down with a pen and paper, fearing that she would not remember it. He said that if she did not have it on hand, she could go buy it nearby and call him after buying it. He would wait for her call. His enthusiastic attitude made Deng Xiuzhen confused and could not figure out the situation.
Fortunately, she brought a pen and paper, so she wrote down the phone number and called it.
After the other party answers the call, ask her to wait for a while.
Then, Deng Xiuzhen heard a female voice and seemed to have some impression of it, but not deeply.
"I'm Zheng Ying. When did you come to Kyoto?"
"Zheng Ying? It's you? I came here today for something in Kyoto, and then I came to see the house, but I found out that it was occupied by someone else." Deng Xiuzhen was a little afraid of Zheng Ying in her heart. When she heard it was her, she quickly and concisely explained the situation.
"Where are you now? I'll come to you right away." Zheng Ying's voice was cold and indifferent.
Deng Xiuzhen reported the address and waited quietly. She was afraid of Zheng Ying, but she also believed in her. She had a hunch that Zheng Ying didn't value the money in her hand. This money was a huge sum for ordinary people, but it was nothing to Zheng Ying.
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